The Carpet
The carpet
I was bored of TV sat looking at the carpet
wondering if it was an Indian rug or banish the thought
even a Persian’s the carpet was old but had style
an inner dignity a type of rug you can’t buy in a Chinese
shops that came to town and upset the local shops.
I bought a pair of shoes at a Chinese’s the footwear
wasn’t any good made me look short and fat, which
I’m but with built up heels I feel slimmer.
Feeling good is important makes a patient person
and we can be patient towards self-hater as the say
in Israel. Funny thing words when watching a crime
series on the TV, the hero spoke of “evildoers” this
sounded so idiotic I switch over to a news channel.
Back to the carpet it was called rayola I think, (not
sure of the spelling,) and made in Portugal.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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